947. Radishes and turnips

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Peter loved his gardening, although he wasn’t very good at it. He had a vegetable garden and was very proud of his produce. It never was much. A few lettuces, and a few tomatoes, a carrot here and there, and some radishes. He’d done it for nearly forty years.

Every year he’d written to the seed manufacturing company to complain about the radish seeds. Every year turnip plants had grown up among the radishes. There were turnip seeds mixed in with the radish seeds.

Every year the seed manufacturing company had replied that “it can’t be so”. Can’t be so, my foot! There were turnips growing amidst the radishes – every year.

Peter hated turnips. He would never plant the seeds. His wife, Rosalie, absolutely loved turnips. But she wasn’t much of a gardener.

33 thoughts on “947. Radishes and turnips

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I’m a bit of a Barbarian when it comes to radishes. I’m not fond of the huge long white one, but usually I plant the red and white ones – round or long – but never knew their name. Just called them radishes!! When I lived in Asheville, NC we were warned that it was impossible to grow radishes there. We didn’t believe it, but they were right. It was the only place I’ve known where they wouldn’t grow – they were just all leaves!

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      1. arlingwoman

        Probably too much nitrogen. Or clay. Those big radishes can be roasted like turnips or pickled with carrots. Farmers here call them field radishes because they loosen the soil. I guess they’re also Daikon. But if you don’t like them, then it’s best not to plant them. I did have one once sprout among the French Breakfasts, looking like Audrey. It took me a while to figure out what it was.

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  1. exiledprospero

    Probably the work of a turnip fiend.

    Here’s how it works: a turnip fiend, dressed as a curate, steals across a vegetable garden, and, by starlight, plants a stealth row of turnip betwixt rows identified as radish.

    It happens all the time, Rosalie.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      And here’s everyone thinking it was Rosalie what planted them… I once had my silver beet (Swiss chard) stolen straight out of the garden at night – possibly by the same horrid personage dressed as the Cure d’Ars.

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